The Hidden Gospel

"...burning with Curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.  In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again." In January of this year, I said goodbye to a beloved brain child that I had nursed for the past seven years. As I watched my baby business grow over the years, I noticed myself beginning to shrink. I was quick to dismiss the long days and late nights that led to burnout as a requisite of an entrepreneurial lifestyle, and was equally as quick to chalk up the drugs and alcohol that I used to escape my reality as a requisite of being in the food industry.  In the months that followed the decision to close, I wrestled with shame, regret, bitterness, resentment and feelings of deep failure as I told my employees, clients and vendors of the news. Down, down, down. Would the Fall never come to an end?  'I wonder how man...

They say rock bottom is when you stop digging. Earlier this year, I surrendered my shovel.  Or, perhaps I had dug myself through the center of the earth and came out the other side, where people walk Upside Down.  Either way, I've had quite the Adventure.  I traded my shovel for a pen and started doing what I knew I was always made to do - to Create. I chose a medium that sang to my semantics-loving heart, and started creatively documenting my encounters with God and my surrounding reality.  Two short months in to this new practice, I wrote:  I have had such a profound experience of God through writing that I will spend the rest of my life searching for the words to try and convey it. Well, I suppose now is as good a time as any, if you'd like to pull up a chair.    When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one! There ought to be a book written about me, there ought! And when I grow...